les fleurs-
they bloom around
the crumbling statues
of crying angels
bleeding blue lullabies
to the dead.
a final gift
to the lonely
who are no longer
alone.
this is for you
and every blue-tinted
dream
that you hold.
our lives
do not end
with us,
darling.
they are only reborn
when night
folds in on
itself
at last.
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little blue flowers
PoetryA collection of original poetry by Ella Petrichor. Highest Rank: #152 in Poetry (6/14/18) **COMPLETED** ::Excerpt:: "betrayal along the seams" A melancholic pallor lining her face She stood in the doorway Beating the shit out of that old rug As thou...
